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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Below you'll find the first five pages of this thing I'm working on - this serialized online comic project (link coming soon) that'll follow Warren Ellis's Freakangels model of 5 or so pages of an ongoing story per week.

I'll be posting more scripts from the same project here with the tag "Monster," the working title for this project.

Show me some love (or tell me how much you hate it) in the comments.

Monster Chapter 1 – Rob and Mouse Summer ’87 Part 1

Page 1: 4 Panels

Panel 1: Through the double lenses of a pair of binoculars we see an early-model sheriff’s car making its way up a dirt path strewn with junk, car parts, and old furniture. A driver and passenger are visible in outline through the window.

MOUSE (Caption): Big pig and li’l pig on the way, Rob.

Panel 2: Close on MOUSE with the binoculars still up to his face – the binoculars are huge and dominating the panel. We can see MOUSE’s mischievous grin below the lenses.

MOUSE: Better not let Ole Hoag see you with that gun after last time.

ROB (off panel): Mouse…

Panel 3: Draw back to a medium shot. MOUSE is lying on his belly on the roof of a trailer, surrounded by toys, knickknacks and snacks. ROB sits cross-legged next to MOUSE cradling an air rifle in his lap with one hand and holding a sandwich with the other.

ROB: Ole Sheriff Hoag sees me this time –

Panel 4: Medium shot of ROB pointing the rifle at the reader looking down its sight. The chapter title is below ROB.

ROB: -- I ain’t gonna miss.

Page 2: 5 Panels

Panel 1: ROB and MOUSE are pressed against one of the trailers, trying to keep out of view. MOUSE still has the binoculars around his neck and ROB has the air rifle at his side. Both are looking around the corner.

Panel 2: SHERIFF HOAG leans against the cruiser while DEPUTY RAMUSSEN stands on the passenger side with his thumbs looped into his belt. A paper bag with a label marking it as “EVIDENCE” with the date (03.22.87) sits on the hood of the car. HOAG is the fat, stereotypical backwoods lawman – mirrored shades, toothpick sticking out of his mouth and sweating buckets. HOAG is pointing his thumb at the bag.

HOAG: Gettin’ so you leave a backtrail of shit I gotta take care of, Jerry.

Panel 3: Extreme close-up on HOAG’s shades with JERRY reflected in them. JERRY is ROB and MOUSE’s dad, and he’s the skinny, union-flag tee-shirt wearing, long-haired tweaker you expect him to be. He’s sort of surly and defiant-looking in the reflection, clutching a baseball bat.

HOAG: I think we need ta –

JERRY: Fuck you fatass. I paid up.

Panel 4: Back to ROB and MOUSE again in hiding. MOUSE is stifling his laughter while ROB is shushing him, deadly serious.

ROB (whispering): Hush, Mouse.

MOUSE (whispering): Daddy called him fatass!

HOAG (Off panel): Now, money ain’t the issue, Jerry. You know –

JERRY (Off panel): Waddle back to town with your little butt buddy here before I curbstomp the both of you.

Panel 5: Two shot with HOAG and JERRY. HOAG is standing now, visibly pissed and dabbing at the sweat on his brow. JERRY is angry, right up in HOAG’s face pointing the bat at him.

HOAG: I got hookers springin’ extra titties. I got boys can’t see no more. I got staties from Tallahassee –

JERRY: Staties can go spin! YOU can talk to the big man in Sarasota ‘bout any of the need-to-know.

Page 3: 6 Panels

Panel 1: Similar setup as the last panel of the last page, but this time, RAMUSSEN is in-panel reaching out for JERRY.

HOAG: He know what this shit’s doin’ to folks?

JERRY: A coupla fucks get sick then that on them, Piggly-Wiggly.

HOAG: But it’s on my –

Panel 2: Close on JERRY’s face being slammed into the hood of the cruiser, nose first. Blood and a tooth explode from the point of impact. RAMUSSEN’s beefy hand is tangled in JERRY’s hair.

Panel 3: ROB motions for MOUSE to stay as he walks purposefully off-panel towards the adults.

MOUSE: Hey, don’t –

ROB: Stay here.

Panel 4: HOAG looks at an expressionless RAMUSSEN with his mouth wide open. JERRY sits on the ground, propped against the cruiser with a hand up to his face. Blood is running down the front of his shirt from his broken nose and he’s obviously missing one of his front teeth.

JERRY (all of his dialogue occurs behind the speech bubbles for HOAG and RAMUSSEN, as they ignore him as he talks through a broken nose): Da fuck?!

JERRY: Beckerwood Nadzi FUCK! Wad you do to my noze?!

HOAG: Didn’t need to do that, Abner.

RAMUSSEN: Didn’t need to. But wanted to since first year a’ high school.

HOAG: Still…

RAMUSSEN: Should road haul his greasy ass for the trouble.

JERRY (this is the only line NOT hidden by their dialogue): Ima dell Duges ‘bout dis! Dumb fuggers!

Panel 5: HOAG looks at RAMUSSEN; HOAG looks scared, his hat cocked back a little on his head. The most emotion RAMUSSEN shows is a little frown on his face.

RAMUSSEN: Duges?

HOAG: Dukes. Big Billy Dukes down Sarasota-way.

JERRY (off-panel, below them): Duges ig gonna gill y’all!

Panel 6: The same shot at 5, but HOAG is leading down, looking pleadingly at the still off-panel JERRY.

HOAG: Jerry, you don’t wanna go doin’ that. Why you wanna make us –

Page 4: 6 panels

Panel 1: A spray of air rifle pellets pelt HOAG and RAMUSSEN from off-panel. HOAG shields his face while RAMUSSEN looks head-on in ROB’s direction, a scowl twisting his face, pellets hitting him in the chest, nicking him in the neck and arms.

HOAG: Gah! Jerry, get yer damn… yowch! Stop it you li’l…

Panel 2: ROB fills the panel with the air rifle shooting at the reader. He looks incredibly pissed. MOUSE is seen peeking behind him, curious and scared.

Panel 3: RAMUSSEN walks up to ROB and hits him square in the face.

SFX: KRAK!

Panel 4: ROB is flat on his butt, his eye swollen and black, with MOUSE propping him up, simultaneously reaching for the rifle. RAMUSSEN’s fist is in the panel, balled up and ready to smack ROB again.

Panel 5: RAMUSSEN has grabbed ROB by the front of his shirt with his fist reared back. ROB has delivered an ineffective punch to RAMUSSEN’s pellet-scarred jaw.

MAGGIE (off-panel coming from the opposite direction as HOAG): Get your kiddie-diddlin’ paws off my boy!

Panel 6: A shocked ROB and RAMUSSEN look towards the house. MOUSE has his hands over his ears and a grin on his face. The SFX below fills the entire space behind the characters, it’s so loud.

SFX: BOOM!

Page 5: 4 panels

Panel 1: MAGGIE, the boys’ mom, stands with a smoking shotgun at her hip and a crying baby on the other in front of the trailer door. She looks youngish – mid 20s or so. She’s really skinny, in short shorts and a tank top with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

MAGGIE: Get off my son, Ram. I ain’t tellin’ you again.

Panel 2: MAGGIE (smirking and still holding both the shotgun and the crying baby), JERRY (holding his bloody nose), ROB grinning and squinting through a black eye, and MOUSE (looking to ROB) stand shoulder to shoulder in front of the house.

HOAG (off panel): You done made yoself a mess a problems, Jerry! A real mess!

Panel 3: HOAG and RAMUSSEN are getting into the squad car. The front windshield has been blown out.

HOAG looks at the hole where the window used to be. RAMUSSEN keeps his jaw clenched in anger.

HOAG: Look what you done to my car you crazy –

RAMUSSEN (whispering): Shut up, Sherriff.

MAGGIE (off panel): Ram, you tell your mamma I said hello.

Panel 4: Front view of the cruiser driving away, HOAG gritting his teeth in anger and gripping the steering wheel while RAMUSSEN leans out the window.

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